Arsel And Dara

(9) House of Arsel

Pip's pip!

Dara. Arsel

"Need a ride?"

Dara shook her head and went back to reading her notebook.

"Gue knows you need a backrest. Temenin I yu, definitely lo seneng" Dara turned back, and thought for a moment.

"Don't think much, later pimple due to stress" Dara rolled her eyes lazy.

Dara stood up, She also needed calm. He needs entertainment for his mind. And there is no money to go home either. Dara's approaching Arsel. "Where are you? You know me? " Dara let out a rough sigh and turned to her bus stop.

"Eh yes yes. I'm kidding don't get mad" Arsel blocked Dara's hand. "Nih wear" Arsel gave his helmet to Dara because Arsel now wears a motorcycle. Dara accepts.

Dara riding Arsel's big motorbike. Dara has trouble riding her motorcycle Arsel. Arsel understood Dara's direction.

"You need help saying" Arsel thrust his hand.

"Gaperlu" With his little body. Dara jumps into Arsel's motor. Arsel's motor swayed, "Don't jump anyway, it'll fall"

There was no reply, Arsel let out a rough sigh of effortlessly soft "Handle" Dara clung to Arsel's shoulder. Arsel smiled in anguish. Arsel did his bike arrive quickly. Automatic Dara directly holding on eh means hugging Arsel's waist. Dara hits Arsel's shoulder.

Aw!

"It turns out that your punch hurts more than your heartache" Shouted Arsel because it was noisy with the wind passing by.

Dara just silently enjoyed this cool breeze. Plus the warmth of Arsel's back. Dara closed her eyes, Arsel looked at the glass looking at the sight of Dara's face as she closed her eyes.

Dara opened her eyes again, realizing what she was doing. And let go of her hug turning to Arsel's shoulder.

"Help, if you feel comfortable. Gapapa"

Dara heard Arsel's words, Dara was embarrassed. Dara saw the urban look this afternoon. Feels soothing. Plus there is the center of the rotary wheel cast that towers up.

10minuteslater.

Arsel stopped the motor. Arsel down, Dara followed Arsel down so down follow. "Where?" Arsel glanced at Dara who was looking at her house.

"This is my house. Let's go in"

Dara nodded. Wait for Dara to stop her steps. "Why? "

Why am I here? I want to go home. It's almost night again. Inner Dara.

Know the direction of Dara's mind. "Gue invited you here just want your mind calm. About his sorry, yes, I saw you slapped by bokap lo. Intentional gas that too, sorry I've been sniffing"

Dara who was daydreaming, looked into the sad eyes of Arsel bead. Dara nodded.

"Come"

"DELAY!! ARSEL'S HOME!! " Shouted Arsel. Because this house is so big, afraid of not being surprised.

Renata approached his son.

"That you. I told you not to scream! " Renata menjiwir Arsel earlobe.

"Well, mother, sick, "

Renata turned towards the girl whose hair was tied up. And approach him "Who are you? Arsel's girlfriend, huh? Beautiful bangett"

"Hello aunt" Dara salutes Renata.

Renata rubs darling Dara

"Don't call a aunt, call me mother. You want to be a aunt later. What's your name? "

"Iya bun, My name is Dara olif anggara, I am Arsel's friend" Dara smiled kindly.

Arsel looked at Dara. This is the first time I've seen you semyum. Hopefully in the future keep smiling. Inner Arsel.

"Ohh, kirain her boyfriend. Sorry to*

Dara nodded

Renata approaches Arsel. "Sel, shoot her Atuh Mommy already likes Dara"

"This is also another bun attempt"

Dara rolled her eyes lazily. His eyes caught the family picture with a large frame. There is a father and his mother, Dara sees his sister may be a boy and a little girl is very funny.

"Bun, Arsel used to be with Dara"

Renata nodded. "Yes, you'll call me to dinner together, okay? "

They nodded.

"Come on Dara"

Dara climbed the beautiful stairs. Dara looked around the house. Arriving in Arsel's room.

"Lo sit down first. I want to take a shower first, if you are tired of seeing my room, just do not my closet. There'll be my daleman" Arsel chuckled lightly into the bathroom.

Dara sat on the edge of Arsel's bed. This room was no stranger to him. The room is very luxurious, Arsel's room is very large and neat.

Dara walked towards the balcony of Arsel's room. And opened the glass door and walked out. On the balcony, there are couches, guitars, shoes, flowers and an Arsel jacket. Dara stood on the edge of the balcony enjoying the breeze hit her face.

On the balcony of Arsel's room, there is a dense urban, visible also there sunset view. Dara walks in to Arsel's room again. Dara was surprised because Arsel was sitting on his bed, looking at him with his hands folded.

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